Dave Smith said:Excerpts From a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of My Captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for
the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my
dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the
floor.Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a ''good little hunter'' I am.
The audacity!!There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement
was due to my power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to
use it to my advantage.Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow-- but at the top of the stairs.I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released--and he seems
more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to
be an informant-- I observe him communicating with the guards
regularly.I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe--
for now. But I can wait.
ROTFL! When is the little bugger going to discover psychological warfare
involving clawing the carpet and scratching the furniture?
Christine